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What friend! and do we let him go away In this delusion let him go away? Not call him back immediately, not open His eyes, upon the spot? He has now opened mine, And I see more than pleases me. QUESTENBERG. What is it? OCTAVIO. Curse on this journey! QUESTENBERG. But why so? What is it? OCTAVIO. Come, come along, friend! I must follow up The ominous track immediately.
QUESTENBERG. What's the short meaning of this long harangue? BUTLER. That the respect, the love, the confidence, Which makes us willing subjects of Duke Friedland, Are not to be transferred to the first comer That Austria's court may please to send to us. We have not yet so readily forgotten How the command came into Friedland's hands.
QUESTENBERG. Where was our reason sleeping when we trusted This madman with the sword, and placed such power In such a hand? I tell you, he'll refuse, Flatly refuse to obey the imperial orders. Friend, he can do it, and what he can, he will. And then the impunity of his defiance Oh! what a proclamation of our weakness!
Wherefore Did I keep it from him? You were in the right. I should have warned him. Now it is too late. QUESTENBERG. But what's too late? Bethink yourself, my friend, That you are talking absolute riddles to me. Come I to the duke's. 'Tis close upon the hour Which he appointed you for audience. Come! A curse, a threefold curse, upon this journey!
The imperial deputies, Questenberg and Werdenberg, who, as old friends of the duke, had been employed in this delicate mission, were instructed to propose that the King of Hungary should remain with the army, and learn the art of war under Wallenstein. But the very mention of his name threatened to put a period to the whole negociation.
QUESTENBERG. How shall we hold footing Beneath this tempest, which collects itself And threats us from all quarters? The enemy Of the empire on our borders, now already The master of the Danube, and still farther, And farther still, extending every hour!
QUESTENBERG. Unless that wretched land be doomed to suffer Only a change of evils, it must be Freed from the scourge alike of friend or foe. ILLO. What? 'Twas a favorable year; the boors Can answer fresh demands already. QUESTENBERG. Nay, If you discourse of herds and meadow-grounds ISOLANI. The war maintains the war. Are the boors ruined The emperor gains so many more new soldiers.
Our complaint is this: That in the master he forgets the servant, As if he claimed by birth his present honors. MAX. And does he not so? Is he not endowed With every gift and power to carry out The high intents of nature, and to win A ruler's station by a ruler's talent? QUESTENBERG. So then it seems to rest with him alone What is the worth of all mankind beside!
Mine eyes Are opened now, and I must use them. Come! QUESTENBERG. What now? Where go you then? OCTAVIO. To her herself. QUESTENBERG. To To the duke. Come, let us go 'Tis done, 'tis done, I see the net that is thrown over him. Oh! he returns not to me as he went. QUESTENBERG. Nay, but explain yourself. OCTAVIO. And that I should not Foresee it, not prevent this journey!
That he may march secure and unimpeded, 'Tis the emperor's will you grant him a detachment Of eight horse-regiments from the army here. WALLENSTEIN. Yes, yes! I understand! Eight regiments! Well, Right well concerted, Father Lanormain! Eight thousand horse! Yes, yes! 'tis as it should be I see it coming. QUESTENBERG. There is nothing coming.
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